Yes?
You’ve left me in a very…vulnerable state, and I’m confused as to what to do.
Come upstairs.
She squeezed her legs together at the command and willed her body to disobey. It was a game. They were playing a game, and he’d won round one.
That’s too far. As I’ve said, you’ve left me in a very vulnerable state. I’m extremely horny and naked, in your living room.
Naked?
She smiled. Yes. My clothes were stifling me, so I took them off.
Come upstairs, Vivienne.
She shook her head and grinned. As I said, it’s too far. Plus, I’m sure if I wait here long enough, someone will come. I do live in house with four male werewo—
She heard him before she saw him. There was a commotion on the staircase, and then he stood in the entryway to the living room, completely naked with a harsh scowl on his face. His gaze scanned the room briefly, as if searching another male, before coming to land on her. The scowl only grew larger.
Vivienne smiled and parted her legs, lifting her hips off the couch as she did so.
He strode over to her and mounted her, pulling one of her legs onto his shoulder. Vivienne slipped her hand behind his back, right above his buttocks, and held tight.
His entry was punishing, and she cried out in pleasure-mixed pain as he bumped against her cervix. Conall withdrew and thrust again, watching her face as he did so. Her vision clouded, lips parted on a gasp. With every thrust, she undulated against him, hips lifting to meet his as he stroked at her tight sex. He leaned more of his weight onto her, pushing her leg closer to her chest as he seemed to go even deeper.
“Ooh,” she cried out, lowering her hands to squeeze his toned ass.
He growled above her, and pulled out. For a brief moment, Vivienne feared he would leave again, but he only sat back against the couch and lifted her onto him. She kissed him immediately, spreading her legs and waiting for his invasion. As he filled her again, she whimpered and moaned. Conall waited, gently massaging her hips, as she began to move. Her thrusts soon became frantic, and he leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth. As it usually was with him, her orgasm was intense, blinding her as it washed over her body. She screamed, uncaring of who heard, and fell against him, shuddering violently.
He gripped her hips and continued to move, grinning when she began grinding herself against his swelling sex as she did so. They didn’t last long after that. Conall pushed fully into her, and she cried out, pushing down to take all of him. Moments later, her muscles seized around him, clasping tightly as she climaxed. With a hoarse grunt, he came.
They remained like that for a few seconds before Conall used his powers to flash them into his bedroom. Vivienne had closed her eyes, so she was surprised to find them on the bed.
“Convenient powers,” she said tiredly when he explained what had happened.
He grunted in acknowledgement, and Vivienne relaxed against his chest, closing her eyes. She enjoyed having him inside her minutes after they’d finished. His hand began to lovingly stroke her back, and she moaned. She was going into a light doze when his hand trailed down her back, and landed on her buttocks. He delivered a light, but stinging slap to it and she yelped. His other hand held her steady, prepared for the reaction.
Sputtering, Vivienne glared down at him. “What was that for?”
“Being a tease. Making me jealous,” he growled softly.
She settled down and kissed his chest. “I’m sorry.”
His body eased of tension, and she waited for him to relax. When he did, she bit him.
“Vivienne,” he began, surprise and confusion warring in his voice.
She licked at the angry red mark before kissing it lightly. “Now we’re even, Conall.” He slipped from her and she moaned and moved up until she could look down into his eyes. She kissed his lips lightly before burying her face in his shoulder. “I don’t want any other male but you.”
Laughter greeted her declaration, as he rolled to his side with her. “Go to sleep, alainn.”
She buried her face in his chest and inhaled, grinning as her scent touched her nose. She’d always assumed she smelled herself, but it was her, inside him. She was inside him. “I also love smelling myself on you. It’s a great scent.”
Conall caught her lips again. “Yes, it is.”
***
With the mating ceremony only a day away, Vivienne grew nervous. It was like a wedding, only instead of a white dress, she was going to be naked, and instead of exchanging rings, well, they were going to be screwing like bunnies—wolves. She blushed hard and stood, running a hand over her wild hair. She’d been tugging it this way and that for about an hour.